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sto morendo
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
dal ponticello rude
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
riempio questa tazza
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
dio
ho detto

 



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